Grandpa Su walked over slowly. He had not seen his wife like this in a long time, her voice so full of shock that her pitch had completely changed. "What's wrong?" he asked as he walked over, "What's the fuss about?"
Grandma Su pointed at the television, her entire body trembling with agitation. "TV, TV, TV… Look at the TV."
The camera had shifted its focus onto Qin Jingzhi's face; there was no Yan Qingsi within sight. Doubt crossed Grandpa Su's expression. "Look at what? There's nothing to look at."
Grandma Su turned pale, panicking. "Little Five, that–that…"
Soon after, the camera focused on Yan Qingsi again. Little Five pointed at Yan Qingsi. "She…"
Grandma Su leaped to her feet in excitement. "Look! Look!… She looks like like Peiwan. She looks just like her… I didn't see wrongly…"
Grandpa Su saw it too this time. He was more composed than his companion, but he was still stunned.
